I decided to randomly have a Pokemon series as my next story because I feel like it's easy to write about and I generally have the most knowledge about this fictional world. Hopefully this will turn out well. Here's an introduction chapter first.

(I abandoned this story when I first started it in April 2019 so after 11 months, i'm going to try again so you might notice a change starting from "For around the 163rd time." I've also decided to include swears. Mature rating for future chapters.)

September

I never really understood why people would decide to become pokemon trainers. What was the purpose? Fun? Fame? Fortune? I didn't see it that way. How could abandoning your home to go on a meaningless adventure be fun? It would be impossible to get money to support a family as well. At least the people from Silph Co. actually did something useful. They were the ones who invented modern pokeballs so they could get some dough to do things they enjoyed in life.

Sigh, I always pitied my childhood friends whenever they began their journey to, quote-unquote, become a pokemon master. At least I wasn't sentenced to that hellhole.

Oh right, how rude of me, I didn't introduce myself yet. My name is Soar Lege. I know right? As much as I've tried to convince the people in my class that it's pronounced "Ledge", the people in my class always call me "Sore Leg". As much as I've tried to convince my parents to change my name, they wouldn't budge, which resulted in the endless torture that I am still receiving today.

Anyways, I'm just 17, soon to be 18 and still stuck in school. In terms of physical appearance, I'd say I'm kinda underweight, due to an eating disorder I had almost a year ago (I'm fine now, thanks for asking). Really, there's not that much you need to know about me. Well aside from the fact that ahem I'm white, I have long, black, messy hair, got regular brown eyes, and I'm 6 feet tall. There. That should give you a visual image of what I look like. If it doesn't...well I don't feel like going into more detail. I'm pretty self-conscious about that kind of stuff.

Alright then, school is going to start soon, and I really just want to graduate quickly, because, after this year, I can move away from the cold, north side of the Sinnoh region and just move away to Alola to chase my dreams of becoming a doctor of sorts. Now that I think of it, it does sound silly...

The household Chatot interrupted my peaceful daydreaming on the couch.

"Get up! Get up!"

His name is Max, and my parents decided to get him when I was feeling down while in my anorexia stage to cheer me up. I guess it worked, but I still wished that Mom picked a pokemon that didn't repeat what you said every time you said something to it, and just non-stop repeated the phrase.

Nonetheless, I still cared about him, and would often take care of him every day. Even now, I still do.

"Soar! Can you take out the trash?"

"Yeah, I will!" I replied

That's my dad. Honestly, he's a pretty chill guy in general, so we get along often. We don't communicate much though, as he's basically constantly working his ass off, helping mom to support the family. Still, it'll be easier for them once I move out.

As I got up from the couch to get to the trash can, I thought about what it would be like to become a pokemon trainer. For around the 163rd time.

I gave myself the same arguments every time. Not fun, not amazing, and certainly not a career. But yet, a small part of me still dreamed about cuddling with some furry pokemon on my way to another city, or kicking a gym leader's buttocks with a badass...what? A Machamp? That's really all I know.

Shit, I really needed to work on my pokemon knowledge if I was going to keep up with the latest gossip.

I dumped the garbage. Trubbish. I remember that. I went back and didn't feel like using the side entrance/exit again. So I went to the front door.

Locked.

Groan.

Inserted keys and turned. Klefki. Damn, how come I knew those ones?

Smelled eggs cooking. Exeggcute. I'm really on a roll! Nevermind what I said earlier than.

Saw the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Chandelure. Am I developing a sixth sense or something all of a sudden?

Candle. Litwick.

Pumpkin. Pumpkaboo

Sunflowers. Sunflora

Have pokemon infiltrated our home or something?

Heck, that'd make a great story.

I tried to stop making all these connections and just focused on heading straight forward to the kitchen.

Hey, there's mom. That's where the eggs were coming from.

"Soar! How do you want your eggs? Want anything with them?"

"Yeah, uh, over hard is fine, and I'd like some bacon with them too."

"Got it! Thanks!"

Man, ever since she figured out about my disease, she's been trying to fatten me up, while constantly watching over me, even after I was "cured". I know she's just a caring mother but to be honest, it's really annoying.

I went to the fridge and got a carton of OJ. While I was pouring myself a glass, my mother tried to make conversation with a moody teen, not knowing how most teens these days are not in the mood for that kind of stuff.

"So..." my mother said.

"Have you heard about the new course that you can do?"

"Uhhhhh...what now?

"You know, the one that the government introduced in high schools last week."

"Uh-huh."

"You can go on a pokemon adventure for two months for 2 of your optional credits. It helps you learn basic pokemon training and all that."

(By now it should be evident that the author did not pay attention in high school at all)

"Cool."

It dawned on me what she just said a few seconds later.

"Wait, WHAT?! 3 CREDITS?"

"Yeah. You can start anytime."

This was big. I still needed 3 more credits and there were no other interesting courses left for me to take.

Marketing was hard, I couldn't produce music, and Fashion was just stupid.

Pokemon though, as long as I didn't have to do it my whole life, it would be fun. Wait, that contradicts what I- oh nevermind.

Now that I knew what I was going to be doing for the first two months of 12th grade, I could just relax.

I was going to become a (temporary) pokemon trainer.